Lord of the Land

Hermione was still stunned by the thought that she may have gotten pregnant by Harry.

She knew she would get that way with Draco since it was in the contract. It just didn’t dawn on her that it could happen with Harry. But then the last few days were like none she had ever experienced and anything was possible.

She didn’t hear the Judge come into the room sitting. She was letting it all sink in.

Remus came up to her with a man next to him and said,
“Hermione, Mr. Fudge is from the Ministry of Magic. He’s here to hear our case.”
Hermione stood up and nodded shaking his hand.

“Well let gets to it.” Mr. Fudge said.

Hermione was dazed, she heard them talking. ‘Her Uncle may not be guardian … not signing of contract…Lord Harry claiming her…. She could be pregnant.’

She looked at Harry and he was talking too. She heard him faintly ‘my responsibility …scandal… rightful husband.’

Mr. Fudge came over to Hermione. “Now my dear, tell me what you think.”

“What I think? A few weeks ago I was told I was to marry Draco Malfoy. I tried to run away but got caught. What I think….?” Hermione took a deep breath, “I was forced to drink potions and was a prisoner in my own home.”

Tears started to form in her eyes and she could feel her whole body getting red with anger and frustration. She didn’t dare look at Harry so she looked at Fudge or at the floor every now and again.

“I was given the name of Malfoy, I didn’t want. Gave my body to a man last night that claimed droit du seigneur over me and was called a whore for it. The only thing I have left is my soul sir. Are you going to take that away from me too and sell it to a demon? or just give that to my husband so he can torment my soul as well as my body?” she said as a tears dropped from her eyes.

Just as she said that the door opened and Draco came in along with her Uncle.

“There you are my darling” and Draco went to Hermione and kissed her. Hermione winced when he made contact with her lips. “Come. We’re going home,” taking her by the arm.

“Excuse me” Mr. Fudge said, “I’m talking to this young woman. There may be some concern that the marriage may not be valid. We have to wait four weeks for that. After four weeks if there is no sign of pregnancy then we will decide then if this is a legal marriage.”

Richard looked furious. “You stupid girl what have you been telling them. You’re his wife now, like or not. Get used to it. No one else will have you. You are finally out of my house. We do not need to feed your fat face any more.” Her uncle barked out.

“ Who are you sir?” asked Fudge.

Before he had a chance to answer Hermione said, “My uncle.”

“The one who signed the contract?” Fudge asked. Hermione nodded. Fudge cleared his throat, “Did you read the contract sir?”

“Yes.” Richard barked at him

“Perhaps you should read it again with clear mind and without the charm that was put on it. May I tell you something that you may not be aware of?” Mr. Fudge looked at the two men and continued. “You feel that Draco Malfoy is the best you could do for your niece? But she was against the marriage? Why did you force her into this marriage and sign this contract that tells you to pay the Malfoys a small fortune? Sir? Have you looked around lately?” Fudge asked curiously.

Uncle Richard looked confused at Fudge and looked at Hermione and then back to Fudge, “What?”

Mr. Fudge leaned to ward him astounded,
“Man look around you. We just survived a plague. Many women died. In this village there are only two girls alive be sides Hermione. One is four and the other is thirteen. The thirteen year old has nine boys calling on her. She has almost no dowry… not that she needs it; they are giving her the dowry. There is a female shortage. Even the ladies of the evening who are healthy are getting married off. There are hundreds of men looking for new wives.”

Fudge looked at Harry and then looked at Hermione. Then he looked at Draco
“Boy you let your wife be taken by another man on your wedding night?” Fudge asked.

“Yes he claimed droit du seigneur.” Draco said with disgusted.

“If I were you I would have at least challenged him,” Fudge commented.

Fudge looked at Hermione, who just glanced at Harry.
“Do you feel any thing for him?” Fudge asked Hermione.

“Sir?” Hermione asked curiously trying to think of what to say. If she said no that would be a lie and she was bad at lying. If she said yes Draco would punish her if he got his hands on her and he would get revenge on Harry.

“Do you feel anything for him?” Fudge asked again “ You went to his bed willingly girl. Do you feel any thing for him?”

Hermione shook her mind spinning, “ I..I..It was my duty sir as a woman of this village. He claimed me sir. I didn’t want to be punished. So I gave myself to him.” Hermione heart was pounding so hard she was sure everyone heard it beating at her ribs.

“Good lass.” He said softly but she could only heard him patting her on the shoulder.

He cleared his throat putting the notes he had in his hands in order and announced,
“You will take your things to the Weasley’s for four weeks to see if you are with child. At the same time we will look into the marriage being valid.”

Draco and Uncle Richard started to shout saying the marriage was valid that Hermione just took the place of her cousin get married to Draco.

Draco grabbed her as they yelled. Hermione broke away wanting to run. She started to back away from them arguing as Remus, Sirius and Harry entered the shouting match.

Hermione’s Uncle turned to her and screamed,
“Look at the trouble you caused. I looked after you..treated you like my own. Look what you’ve done. You have disgraced our family’s name. You’re just like all woman, whore.”

Hermione saw Harry expression change from annoyed to furious.

Hermione didn’t know what to do. She just wanted to escape this situation. So she did what most delicate women do. She let herself get hysterical, hyperventilated and she fainted.


*************
Hermione woke up in a bed that wasn’t her own. She sat up rubbing her eyes and peeked around. There was woman with red hair in the room smiling at her.

“Glad to see you’re awake. I’m Molly Weasley. Welcome to the Burrow. How are you feeling? Feel like a spot of tea and biscuits? Come on down when you’re ready.”

“Yes thank you.” Hermione said getting out of bed. She dressed quickly and followed Mrs. Weasley down the stairs.

Hermione sat at the table and Mrs. Weasley brought over a tray. Mrs. Weasley looked at Hermione and felt her forehead and cheek, “Still feeling a little warm?”

“Eh, fine. Why do you ask?” Hermione thought a moment ‘Is she wondering if I pregnant’.

Mrs. Weasley looked concerned and replied,
“My dear you’ve been asleep since yesterday morning. You’ve had to deal with a great many things. Getting married. Lord Harry …well doing what he did. Surprised me that Draco didn’t want to kill him there… or at least fight him. Those Malfoys love to show their aggressiveness in public or cruelty is more like it.” Mrs. Weasley sat down and poured them both tea.
“Especially something that is worth a lot or valuable to them. Your family has some of the finest acreage in this village.”

“That’s the only reason Draco wanted to marry me. My family’s land and .. well I just hope this marriage is invalid.” Hermione sighed sipping her tea and got a biscuit out of the basket. “Do you have any butter or jam?” Hermione asked Mrs. Weasley.

“Oh yes” putting them on the table “and we have honey.”

“Honey? Yes I would like to try some we don’t have it on the farm. My uncle’s allergic to bee stings and doesn’t allow honey in the house. Nearly killed him last time he got stung.” She spooned a small amount of honey on the biscuit thinking out loud,
“My father liked honey on his biscuits.”

“Which reminds me,” Mrs. Weasley said jumping up getting a quill and parchment. “ You need to write to your father. Sirius is coming over today to get it. Lord Harry is not to come here nor is your husband Draco.”

Hermione was puzzled, “Why can’t Harr… Lord Harry come?”

“ If one comes the other can. Remus would rather keep Draco far from here. I’m sure they have someone watching this place.” Mrs. Weasley said unhappily.

“I’ll be alone here for four weeks?” Hermione said bleakly.

“Oh I’ll be here and we can visit your friends and … “ Mrs. Weasely said under her breath but loud enough for Hermione to hear, “ arrange for you to see his Lordship. But I don’t approve of that kind of behavior. Not in this house.”

“What behavior?” Hermione asked.

“ Miss Granger, Lord Harry wishes to spent time with you .. and I doubt conversation is on top of the list.” Mrs. Weasley looked angry. “I feared he may be just exploiting his freedom to act … to be .. I’ve known Harry for years and he’s never been so…” she paused and thought to herself.

“So ..? “ Hermione posed.

“Insistent on seeing you. Knowing I’m against it in this house a couple not being married, and sharing a bed,” she said angrily.

“But he’s not coming here, ma’am.” Hermione said, “ I won’t act….or be,” Hermione’s face turning red and blushed. “ I’ll write the letter to my father now.” And started to put in writing her plea to her father to come home and fight the contract with her.

That afternoon Sirius came by with Maggie and pick up the letter. They asked Hermione how she was feeling and she replied ‘fine.’

Sevens days went by and she didn’t hear from her father or Harry.
The eighth day Mrs. Weasley got a letter in the morning and told her that Draco was going come by and talk with Hermione.

That afternoon Draco came by. He was just walking up the path to the house when Hermione walked up to him. “You’re not supposed to be here Draco. Get out. I’m getting this hoax of a marriage’s annulled. You’re not getting any land or livestock,” Hermione spat out.

“ You think you can just walk away from this?” he said as he grabbed her. Draco looked around seeing no one around and said softly, “This is just a delay. Think you can talk your way out of the contract. Well think again. Your own Uncle is on my side. How is that going to make you look?”

He smiled and whispered in her ear, “I will have so much pleasure breaking you in bed,” caressing her cheek and making her face him. His lips came down on hers. Draco’s tongue invaded her mouth with a sickening sweet taste pulling her closer to him in a tight embrace. Hermione squirmed and bit his tongue.

He broke the kiss and embrace with a grin on his face.
“You dropped this the other night” and take hold of her hand and shoving the wedding band on her finger. She tried to pull it off but it stuck fast. It was charmed or rather cursed.

That evening Mrs. Weasley told Hermione that Lord Harry was going come by the next day.

Hermione was in the kitchen reading a book on potions when she drifted off to sleep. She woke up around midnight and went up to the guest bedroom.

She felt something odd. She looked out the window that was open. The moon was shining brightly. She heard a noise and in a flash she saw two circles reflecting the moonlight come towards her quickly. His mouth covered Hermione’s lips and his arm pulled her into a tight embrace.

She gasped as he broke the kiss and captured her hands. Harry kissed the palm of her right hand.
“Harry what are you doing here?” Hermione started to ask. Instantly Hermione felt warm sensation going through her body. He switch to the other hand and kissed it a bit vigorously.
Hermione’s eyes closed and her legs started to buckle as she swooned.

When she opened her eyes she was on the bed looking up to Harry’s face. There was a terrible ache deep between her legs she wanted to satisfy. She knew Harry put it there with that kiss.

With a wave of his hand they were both naked Hermione felt Harry’s flesh against hers.
His hands on her body felt so wonderful. Before she knew what she was doing she was parting her legs for him as she stared in to his eyes.

He moaned softly as he entered her. Harry had a concentrated look on his face. He came quickly with a hushed grunt. But without really stopping and without saying a word Harry started to move on her again.

She was glad feeling unfulfilled the first time. This time he took it a bit slower. He kissed her neck, down to her breasts, and back up again to her mouth.

He remained hard inside her moving slower. Harry suddenly pulled her to the edge of the bed and plunged into her over and over again going deeper with each thrust. Hermione moaned with a raising climax.

And for the second time he came in her much to quickly for Hermione’s liking. Like before he didn’t really stop and remaining hard after releasing his seed in to her.

‘Is this what it going to be like being his mistress?’ She wondered, ‘All him. Satisfy him. And just him. Well he will still pay for school and everything.’ She looked at Harry who was looking at her curiously. She had stop moving and was quiet under him.

He cupped her breast and started to tease her nipple with his tongue making it grow hard. She let go a uncomfortable groan. Her nipples were over sensitive and Harry was sucking on them. He stopped when her heard her.

Harry whispered in her ear very softly, “ Hands and knees.” As he signaled to her to go on her hands and knees as he turned her hips.

He entered her and the sensation made her arch her back and moan into a pillow she had propped under her head and a chest. Harry’s hand grabbed a mass of her hair feeling it running through his fingers. Then slowly caressed her spine.

Harry pushed inside her slowly again and again. Feeling her buttocks and grabbing hips pushing himself inside her.

Hermione could hear Harry panting in the moon lit room. She felt his hand move again from her hips to her belly sweeping the pubic hair and exploring her folds as he was coming out of her. Feeling the moisture that was now leaking out of her. He gently caressed her clit making Hermione squirm and moan.

His hand moved up to her belly and then between her breasts. He pulled her into a kneeing position up against his chest. After kissing and mouthing her shoulder, Harry began kissing and biting her neck.

Hermione felt her body crave his touch more and more. He slid deep inside her, pushing and reaching. She felt Harry building inside her with each thrust with each breath.

Harry pulled Hermione closer and a few thrusts he released the tension that had build up in both of them.

They both fell forward. Harry landed next to Hermione but still inside her.

Hermione was tired and sweaty. She wiped her forehead with her hand. She rolled over releasing Harry from inside her and glanced at him as he was gasping for air lying on his back.

Hermione closed her eyes for a few moments and opened them to see the sun shining in her room. She was under the covers naked and alone.

Had it been a dream? She rolled over to her side and …. No it wasn’t a dream. Her hips were sore and wet spots were on the bed.

She closed her eyes again and fell back to sleep.

The smell of breakfast cooking woke Hermione up. She was famished. So she washed up, dressed, and went down the stairs to the kitchen.

Mrs. Weasley was there with Mr. Weasley reading the paper.

“Good morning,” Hermione said.

“Oh good morning sleep well dear?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“Sleep?” Mr. Weasley said, “I’m sure he kept her up all night. Didn’t he Miss Granger?”

“Excuse me?” Hermione was shocked.

“Harry he was here visiting you?” Mr. Weasley asked.

Hermione turned red and got very warm she felt dizzy and sick.

“I’m sorry I didn’t know he was going to…” and Hermione sat on the stairs, “ it all sort of happen so quickly. He ..I” explained nervously.

Mr. Weasley got up noticing that Hermione was sitting on the stairs looking pale,
“ Are you alright Miss Granger? Are you feeling ill?”

“All of sudden everyone knows my business. Who I’m with, what we’ve done,” She said sadly. “Has my father replied yet? Any word?”

Mrs. Weasley frowned and shook her head,
“No sorry dear. Would you like some tea and toast? Is it your stomach? Do you feel queasy? “

“Yes but its just nerves.” replied Hermione getting up and sitting at the table.

She ate the toast and tea quietly. Thinking about Harry and wondering if her father had gotten the letters.

After lunch Hermione decided to go for a walk and look around. She walked thru the woods, lost her bearings for a time and finally spotted the road from the village square. She was walking on it for a few moments when she heard horses coming. Something inside her told her to hide so she dashed behind a tree.

A few moments later she hear Draco and his father talking while on horseback. “She still at the Burrow… they are planning something. Trying to prove the contract isn’t any good.” Draco said.

Lucius Malfoy interrupted, “Draco I’m afraid she more useful and more valuable to us alive than dead now. Don’t get sloppy with this one. People are watching us more we have to be careful. We really do need an heir now that Posy’s can’t bear a child. Potter’s interested in her…”

“Because we have her and he wants to take her away from us father.” Draco ranted.

“If you had gently seduced her like I said to and not tried to rape her she would be in your bed now.” Mr. Malfoy barked.

Hermione sat down against the tree ‘she more useful and more valuable to us alive than dead’ they were going to kill her. ‘You’ll be living here for a while,’ echoed in her head. That’s what Draco said that night.

Hermione sat there for a while feeling numb. She thought how close she came to being murdered.. When? Where? Their Wedding night? When she moved in the his mansion?”

It was getting cool out as the sun was setting when finally Hermione reached the Burrow.

Mrs. Weasley ran out to meet her. “Hermione are you alright? We were worried sick. Where have you been? You look dreadful.”

“I just got lost in the woods that’s all. Took me ages to find my way out.” She tried to say as calmly as possible but she was shaking.

Mrs. Weasley hurried her in to the warm house.

“Hermione” Harry said aloud rushing to her, “Where have you been all this time?” hugging her.

Hermione let out a nervous laugh curtsying “My Lord. Just got lost in the woods. I’m alright”

Harry held Hermione’s face kissing her passionately. She blushed when the kiss broke looking at the older couple watching them. She stepped away from Harry feeling her cheeks getting hotter with embarrassment.

“What is it?” Harry asked her.

Hermione said softly “They know you were here last night. I said I wasn’t going to ….” She started to say, “Share.” trying to find the right words and not die of embarrassment, “Well.. be with you. We should respect their wishes.”

“And if you are not with child at the end of four weeks Draco can claim you as his wife,” Harry announced.

“Oh dear,” is all Mrs. Weasley could say looking horrid coving her mouth.

“That’s why you came to me last night.” Hermione asked looking up at him. Harry nodded.

“And tonight?” Hermione continued.

“ No.” Harry said regretfully

“Come to my estate tomorrow, we’ll have lunch first at the tavern. Then I can show you the grounds and gardens.” Harry said smiling.

That night Hermione felt strange. Two men wanted her .. One for money and breeding abilities and the other to have her body and company.

She supposed love was something she could live without or try to. She was in love with Harry at least she thought she was. Or maybe it was because she was grateful that he claimed her. ‘No, forget about Harry and love. Get some sleep’ she told herself as she tucked the pillow under her head. Just because you share your bed with someone doesn’t mean they love you. Marie and Richard taught her that.

Hermione got up late. She had tossed and turned all night dreaming about her father, uncle, aunt and Draco. She dreamt she had strings attached to her arms and legs as though she was a puppet. Draco, her aunt and uncle were working the strings making her get on her knees begging and into sexual positions causing her to feel dirty. She called out to her father who was nearby but not seeing what was happening to her. She saw Harry in a dream walking around catching pretty ribbons floating in the air.

Hermione woke up feeling tired. She dressed and went down stairs. Mrs. Weasley was now fussing over Hermione.
“We are going for lunch in while Hermione would you like some to drink? Tea?”

“Yes, tea please.” Hermione answered.

“What are you going to wear Hermione?” Mrs. Weasley asked.

“I don’t know. I hadn’t given it much thought,” she admitted. The tavern wasn’t a very fancy place.

Mrs. Weasley sat a package down in front of Hermione,
“His Lordship knows.”

There was a note.
This is nothing fancy but I thought you might like it.
H.

Hermione sipped her tea a few times and looked at Mrs. Weasley who was dying to see what Hermione got. “Why don’t you open it up dear?” she said causally.

Hermione tore off the paper to reveal a light pink dress. It was fancier than the dresses Hermione wore but not too above her station.

Mrs. Weasley slapped her hands together and exclaimed,
“Oh, that’s very pretty Hermione. Look what he sent us” and she pointed to clothes hanging on the door a new brown suit for Mr. Weasley and new teal dress for Mrs. Weasley.

Mrs. Weasley suggested everyone bathe before getting into the new garb.

A carriage came and drove them to the tavern.